The End Of The Trail - Poem by Robert William Service

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Life, you've been mighty good to me,Yet here's the end of the trail;No more mountain, moor and sea,No more saddle and sail.Waves a-leap in the laughing sunCall to me as of yore. . . .Alas! my errant days are done:I'll rove no more, no more.

Life, you've cheered me all the way;You've been my bosom friend;But gayest dog will have his day,And biggest binge must end.Shorebound I watch and see afarA wistful isle grow wan,While over is a last lone starDims out in lilac dawn.

Life, you've been wonderful to me,But fleetest foot must fail;The hour must come when all will seeThe last lap of the trail.Yet holding in my heart a hymnOf praise for gladness gone,Serene I wait my star to dimIn the glow of the Greater Dawn.